Crime: Bimbomania!

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Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

Synopsis: An all-girl criminal gang is captured and sentenced to appear on an unusual television gameshow where the losers are bimbified little by little.

Note- This story can stand by itself, but it makes more sense if you read "Crime: Night at the Museum"

Round 1

"Steven, tomorrow is the show. You have got to get the appeal pushed through!" I said.

Steven sighed. I was hoping for a more positive response from our lawyer, but apparently that wasn't to be.

"Look," he said, "I've already pushed it, and it's been denied. Judge Hanover works from a special charter. Nobody is going to interfere with that."

"What the hell charter is that?"

"Well," said Steven, "it's the Special Laws Utilizing Tolerance Zero charter, to be specific."

"The what?" I asked.

"The SLUTZ charter. It's based on a treatise the judge wrote himself."

"Oh, come on! What kind of methodology does he use?" I said.

Steven answered, "Daily Intervention and Tolerance Zero."

I gave Steven a flat stare. "You're telling me he uses the DITZ methodology?"

Steven nodded, his face set in a way that made it impossible for me to tell if he was kidding or not. Either way, I wasn't amused.

We were gathered in Steven's office for a final meeting. Steven was sitting behind his desk. I was sitting across from him, but as far away from Chrissie, Laura and Tonya as I could manage. And I was planning to keep it that way.

The four of us had worked together as a crime gang for several successful jobs. Chrissie was the leader, but I didn't agree with the way she did a lot of things, and the tension between us had grown to the point where we couldn't work together anymore. Our most recent job- a museum heist- was going to be our last job together. The artifacts we stole during the heist turned out to have unexpected properties that disrupted our lives in spectacular fashion, and we had to return the artifacts to the museum. Chrissie and Tonya betrayed me during the return, however, but messed it up so badly we all ended up getting caught.

That was how we ended up in the courtroom of Judge Hanover, a mysterious and powerful figure with unexplainable abilities. After hearing our case, he sentenced the four of us to appear on "Bimbomania!", a new game show where female prisoners competed against each other for a big money prize and freedom, with the losers allegedly ending up as bimbos. I assumed the bimbification effects were staged, but after encountering Judge Hanover, I wasn't taking anything for granted. Besides, Blonde Concepts, a new corporation in Chrystal Heights with an unusual line of products, produced the show and who the hell knew what they were capable of.

"Don't worry," said Chrissie. "After we're done with the show, I'll take good care of your bimboed butt."

I narrowed my eyes. "As if. I'll be taking care of your bimboed butt, you mean."

Steven cleared his throat. "Actually, that brings me to a point you need to know about. Regardless of who, um, wins, the four of you will have to remain living together for at least five years. The winner has to, um, support the losers for the five years as well. That includes Tonya's baby, should the state give her back, and any other children that may, um, occur. This sentence the judge gave you will keep you out of jail, but you're still under probation of sorts. In other words, the judge wants to make sure the winner is punished as well as the losers."

There was grumbling at Steven's announcement, but we knew complaining wasn't going to change anything. Besides, if the game show was legit, three of us wouldn't have enough I.Q. left to take care of ourselves afterward anyway, and those three would need a caretaker.

Steven stood up, indicating the meeting was at an end. "Good luck to you guys," he said. We all shook hands and exited the office.

Just outside the office, Chrissie turned to me. "We just want you to know," she said, "that the three of us are in agreement about one thing. Regardless of which one of us three win, the winner is going to make sure your ass is turning tricks. You're going to be giving five-dollar blowjobs every night, and you'll be the backroom entertainment at every party we throw. You're going to be the biggest slut in Chrystal Heights."

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Chrissie was so obsessed with taking me down that she had lost all perspective.

***

"Good evening, and welcome to Bimbomania!, the show that turns criminal young women into hot little sex toys! I'm Biff Brewster, your host and guide through the land of blonde debauchery. You want giggles and gasps? We aim to please! You want bouncing boobs and wiggling derrieres? We're here to deliver! You want curvaceous cuties and blonde wet dreams? We're all that and a bag of chips, too, because we know what you really want! You want..."

"Bimbos!" cried the audience in one voice.

"Bimbos!" cried Biff, pumping a fist into the air.

"Bimbos!" cried the audience once more.

Backstage, I rolled my eyes at Biff's rhetoric. I couldn't believe this was the top-rated show on television right now. Yes, Biff was charismatic and he knew how to play the audience, but come on!

A few feet away, I could see that Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were having the same thoughts. Black-haired Chrissie stood with her arms crossed, obviously disgusted with the production, and redheaded Laura and blonde Tonya mirrored her pose. They weren't looking forward to this any more than I was.

On stage, Biff ran a hand over his perfect hair. "We have a special treat for our loyal viewers tonight. Our contestants today are none other than the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang! And judging from how well that venture turned out, it may be that they don't need our help to become bimbos!"

The people in the audience laughed themselves silly as Biff described- with some exaggeration- our failed museum job. I wanted to strangle Biff and rip that perfect hair from his scalp. Grrrrrrrrr.

"Alright, then, let's meet our bimbos-to-be!" said Biff. "Paul?"

At the mention of "Paul," the lights dimmed and several hunky beefcake types dressed in tuxedos lined up outside the stage entry door, forming an honor guard of sorts. A single bright spotlight shone on the door. The unseen Paul's deep baritone boomed throughout the studio.

"Thank you, Biff! Our first contestant is a five foot, four inch natural blonde who just gave birth to a healthy baby girl after a mere nine day pregnancy. Everybody give a warm welcome to twenty-two year old Tonya Stuart!"

On cue, a brief old-time burlesque short played as Tonya stepped through the stage door and walked between the tuxedoed hunks. The spotlight followed her until she stopped next to Biff amid heavy applause. As the applause began to die down, a few notes of Paul Anka's "Having My Baby" sounded. Tonya blushed as the crowd laughed appreciatively.

"Our next contestant is a five foot, seven inch red-headed sophisticate who managed to get in touch with her inner child when she was arrested while wearing a diaper. Say hello to twenty-four year old Laura Sadler!"

Sleek, cool and collected, Laura strolled through the stage door to the sounds of Bruce Springsteen's "Red-Headed Woman." She made her way between the hunks and finally stopped next to Tonya. As the song faded away, the belled notes of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" sounded briefly. Laura's mouth tightened as the crowd laughed once again.

"Our third contestant is a five foot, six inch brunette who stood tough against her former gang mates when they turned on her, leaving her trapped on all fours with a dildo stuck deep in her rear end. A big welcome to twenty-two year old Erica Mullen!"

Oh, fuck. That was my cue, and I should have realized they'd make some reference to the embarrassing position I was in when the police arrived at the museum. Grrrrrrrr. I walked through the door- almost stomping- as the words to Heart's "Barracuda" suddenly sounded. I made my way past the beefcakes, practically blinded by the spotlight, until I was standing next to Laura. Just as I settled in place, the song stopped, followed briefly by Jim Morrison singing, "Oh, I'm a backdoor man..." The crowd laughed again, although I certainly wasn't amused.

"And finally, the five foot, nine inch black-haired leader of the gang who masterminded the botched break-in and arranged Erica's betrayal. A warm welcome for twenty-three year old Christine Collinsworth!"

Chrissie walked through the door to the sounds of Santana's "Witchy Woman." There was a great deal of applause, but several boos could be heard as well. The song faded as Chrissie stepped in place next to me. Then the line "I'm a bitch" from the Meredith Brooks' song sounded clearly. There were several snickers from the audience. Apparently many in the audience did not favor back-stabbers.

Biff turned on his thousand-watt smile as the house lights came back on. He looked at us as he spoke, although he was actually speaking for the audience's benefit. "Alright, ladies, you know how this works. You four will compete in a series of events. The winner of each event is immune to that round's consequences. Each loser will receive a letter from the word 'BIMBO'. Each time you gain a letter, you will receive a pre-determined level of bimbification and then spin the accessory wheel. Once you receive all five letters of 'BIMBO', you are eliminated and must visit..." Biff cupped his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" screamed the audience.

Biff laughed. "That's right! The Bimbo Throne, where your intelligence will be dimmed down and your sexiness ramped up until you are every man's wet dream! Koomba!" Biff punctuated his exclamation with a pelvic thrust that would have looked ridiculous under normal circumstances, but in this setting achieved comic effect. Biff had the chops to pull off silly maneuvers like that. That's why he made the big bucks.

Biff waited for the applause to fade, and at exactly the right moment said, "Alrighty, then, let's get started! Our first event of the evening has been specifically selected based on the young women's combative relationship with each other. Ladies, please change into your outfits and get ready for...the Catfight!" Biff took in the applause for a moment, then half-turned, giving the camera a profile of his best side as he said, "And we'll be right back after these messages from Blonde Concepts."

The camera light turned off and Biff deflated. The other girls and I quickly went backstage to change into our catfight outfits, which consisted of nothing more than simple bikinis. Chrissie was wearing a black bikini, Laura a red one, Tonya had gold and I was in emerald green.

We exited the changing area. A youngish Asian man with a state-of-the-art headset stood there, nodding. This was Michael, the backstage manager and all-around Man Friday, and he was obviously getting directions through his headset. He nodded, saying, "Yes, sir. Got it, sir." He looked up and smiled as he saw us coming.

"Hey, you guys are great so far, alright? Great! The camera loves you! This is going to be the best episode ever! Anything you need, you just say so, alright? You're doing great!"

Chrissie gave Steve a look. "Yeah, I got something for you to do. Can you kiss my ass?" she said.

Michael blinked, caught unaware by Chrissie's unexpected retort, then laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you're kidding, Christine. Funny! The camera loves you!"

Christine rolled her eyes, then filed back onstage with the rest of us.

*****

"Three and two and...go!"

"And welcome back to Bimbomania! It's time for the opening event...the Catfight! And what's a catfight without women in bikinis?"

We were standing in a makeshift-wrestling ring, each in our own corner. The ring was slightly smaller than regulation and the ropes were bright neon pink, while the floor was neon green. Biff was standing in the center of the ring speaking into a hanging block microphone, much like an old-school MC for a wrestling match.

"Alright, ladies, the rules are simple. The idea is to be the last girl in the ring wearing anything. For that to happen, you must strip the bikinis off your opponents. However, we want a clean fight! That means no claws. You may not slap, scratch or kick your opponents in any way or you will automatically lose the event. However, any type of hold or bodily contact is allowed...and even encouraged. Rowr!" Biff waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

I looked across the ring at each of my opponents. Chrissie was directly across from me, and she would likely make a beeline for me. I'd have to strip her quickly, then move on to Laura. Laura was taller than Tonya and more likely to give me a problem.

Biff stepped back against the ropes, out of the way. "Alright, ladies," he said, "Get ready...set...and..." He rang the ringside bell. "...go!"

I rushed straight for Chrissie, but stopped in the middle of the ring. I was the only one who had moved. Too late I realized that, rather than forming two separate matches, Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were all focused on

me

.

Oh-oh.

Moments later I was slammed breathlessly to the mat as all three of my former gang mates converged on me in a screaming, screeching, squealing cacophony. I grabbed the sides of my bikini bottom and held on for dear life, realizing there was no way I was going to strip all three of them at the same time. My top was untied and pulled off almost instantly, and just like that I was topless on national television. My cheeks burned at my topless state, but I was *not* going to give up my bikini bottom, no matter what they did.

"Hold her!" said Chrissie, struggling to roll me onto my back. I could feel hands all over me, grabbing, pulling, pushing. I was eventually rolled onto my back, with Laura holding me in a headlock from behind while Tonya was sprawled across my legs. I was still holding the sides of my bikini bottom in tightly balled fists, however, and their efforts to uncurl my fingers had failed. Unfortunately, the ringside camera had swung around and was focusing directly on my bare boobs. There wasn't any way for me to cover up, so all I could do was clench my teeth and hold on for dear life.

With Laura holding me from behind and Tonya lying across my legs, Chrissie was free to do whatever she wanted. Chrissie leaned forward, making sure not to block the camera's view of my bare boobs, and whispered in my ear, "Let go, sweetie. You'll just make it harder if you fight."

I wriggled defiantly. "Bite me, bitch," I said.

Chrissie smirked. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I know you want me. Your nipples are hard," she said. Then she reached out and pinched my nipples into full hardness, making a show of it for the camera. "See?"

Omigod. She was humiliating me on national television. I was so going to kill the bitch the first chance I had.

I still hadn't released the sides of my bikini bottom, however, so Chrissie finally said, "Alright, fuck this," and she held up all ten fingers. "This will be fun," she said. She then slid her fingers over my bare ribs and belly as she began to tickle me without mercy.

My eyes widened as I realized too late what she was doing. I wriggled and squealed helplessly but her fingers and nails found every sensitive spot without fail. I screeched so loud that Laura clapped a hand over my mouth and whispered, "Shhhh...just take it." I wiggled and writhed and tried desperately to buck Tonya off my legs, but I couldn't budge either of them. Finally, in helpless desperation, I let go of my bikini bottom and used my hands to slap Chrissie's hands away. It was technically illegal, but it didn't matter, because Tonya grabbed my bottom, sat up and slid my bikini bottom off my legs in a single movement, leaving me naked. I had officially lost the first event.

The other three girls laughed and high-fived each other as I was motioned out of the ring. I wasn't allowed to get dressed after I left the ring, however. I had to stand between two of the tuxedoed beefcakes- whom I was beginning to realize also functioned as security and rule enforcers- and wait for the Catfight to end.

The crowd was certainly getting their money's worth. After finishing with me, the three had scrambled to their feet and prepared to strip each other. They were close friends, but Chrissie and Laura had been friends longer, and they teamed up against Tonya. The little blonde was scrappy, but she was quickly stripped, and Tonya was soon standing next to me, just as naked and just as embarrassed.

That left Chrissie and Laura. Laura was kind of tall for a girl, but Chrissie was even taller, and Laura was more of a lover than a fighter, so the outcome was never really in doubt. The crowd cheered loud when Laura was fully stripped, however. The attractive redhead had evidently already gathered a fan base of sorts, and an early chance to see her naked had psyched up several members of the audience.

Chrissie strutted around the ring soaking in the applause while Laura, Tonya and I squirmed nakedly at ringside. There was a heightened sense of anticipation in the buzzing of the audience, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. The first competition was over, and the first bimbifications were about to take place. We glanced at the giant electronic scoreboard, which now showed:

Tonya....................B...x...x...x...x Laura....................B...x...x...x...x Erica....................B...x...x...x...x Christine................x...x...x...x...x

Biff stepped back into the ring, thousand-watt smile in place. "Congratulations, Christine! You are the first winner in this round of Bimbomania! You looked great out there! What were you thinking while you were battling on the mat?"

Chrissie thrust her hair out of her eyes. "Well, it wasn't easy, Biff. It was really a war out there, but I knew I could do it if I just focused on what I had to do."

Biff put his arms around Chrissie's shoulders. "Well, congratulations, Christine. You've earned the right to watch your opponents go through the first level of Bimbomania Bimbification! Give it up for Christine, folks!" Thunderous applause filled the studio and a number of Chrissie fans began to chant her name.

Meanwhile, the tuxedoed hunks led Laura, Tonya and me back to the stage, which had shifted again. An ominous machine now dominated that side of the stage, resembling an old-time mainframe computer, but with sleek modern lines. Three bars protruded from the machine, each with what appeared to be rubber leggings suspended from them. We were each led to an individual station. Then we heard Biff speaking once again.

"Alright, Paul, tell the audience about the first level," he said.

The unseen Paul's baritone sounded once again throughout the studio.

"Certainly, Biff. Every good bimbo should be centered, so the first level focuses on the center of the bimbos-to-be. Specifically, the hips, buttocks and waist. Our three naked young women will put on the rubber leggings that you see in each station. Inside each pair of leggings is a pair of dildos that will penetrate our lovelies in both orifices! Through these penetrating protrusions, the Bimbomania computer will reprogram the muscles, cells and DNA that make up those areas of our bimbos into shapes much more befitting of hot little sex toys! This is all possible thanks to those great folks at Blonde Concepts, who say, 'The only good bimbo...is any bimbo!'"